Why are there people who live in shadows
and who live to look through fences-
How do I get away from everything the same-
while some would live to crawl home.
I do not
I refuse to believe we share the same earth
that we live on the same capacity for pain.
I’m so sorry, I feel as though I’ve failed you strangers.
In this thought I create borders,
thinking there are so many sad borders in the world.
So many fences which fingers stretch through, which
are reinforced by humans to keep humans out
In this thought I create borders, thinking that
we are different we are different.
In making them a faraway sadness
I have put myself on the other side of the fence.
““`The earth may cry but I hear human voices.